The command comes down.

I feel it in my bones like ice on my teeth.

Nobody needs to tell me what it means.

My body responds before my brain comprehends.

That word is ingrained in my DNA.

The very reason why I continue to breathe.

***

I fallback like a sunset.

Close to the dark of oblivion yet still in full technicolor.

All my being concentrated into one area.

A safe zone created to retreat to as my warmth fades.

A place where I might still survive.

Separate from all that might do me harm.

***

I fallback like an uprooted flower.

It can last separate for a time but withers eventually.

I need the ground back that I lost.

A delayed execution still means death eventually.

I need to be where I belong.

Safe and thriving.

***

I always answer the command.

Answer struggle with my own fight.

Does not mean I enjoy it.

I consider the sunset through tears blurred eyes.

But I was never the one in control of the sun either.

So I dread the days where I am told to fallback.